Title: Affection Multiplier App: The Boyfriend
By: BreaktheBar
Chapter 73
“The game is Couples Truth or Lie,” Heather announced.
We’d all gotten changed by now, and had been summoned to the living area of the houseboat by Cattie. I’d changed back into my loose athletic shorts and a t-shirt, while Cassidy had put on a cute pair of striped bra and panties along with a long shirt that could double as a short dress that looked like a blood-spattered hockey jersey with Jason’s goalie mask on the front. She’d used it in a Halloween costume a couple of years before and it had made it into her regular rotation of nerdy lounging clothes. She’d pulled on a pair of tight black workout shorts underneath it, and had asked me how I’d like her to do her hair, and I’d suggested the cute half pony she did. She’d smiled and kissed me before preening herself in the mirror.
The coffee table in the living area had been moved aside, the interior lights had been dimmed and someone had hooked up a laptop to the TV so it would cycle through some sort of trippy screensaver. Cassidy and I had been directed to sit together, and now all the couples (and Wanda and Heels) were sitting on the floor forming a squared circle.
“The rules are easy,” Heather continued. “A couple spins the bottle and gets to ask an embarrassing question to the couple it lands on. You have to answer the question, but you don’t have to tell the truth. If you lie and someone calls you out, you need to do a penalty pulled from this bowl. Every time the bowl is empty, each couple puts in a new penalty dare. Any questions?”
“How does the game end?” Wanda asked. She was dressed in a crop top sweater and short workout leggings that ended about mid-thigh, and knee-high socks. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the look was sporty-casual in an eclectic way.
“It ends when we want it to end,” Heather said. “No winners or losers. But we can add shots to the game if you guys want. Any time someone spins the bottle, you take a shot.”
“Let’s do that,” JC grinned.
There was a brief pause as shot glasses were found in the kitchen cupboards, and we all busted out the liquor we’d brought. I came back from our room with the vodka Cass had bought at the liquor store, along with cranberry juice. She grinned up at me happily and kissed the tips of my fingers as I sat back down on the floor next to her.
Once we were all back, Heather got each of the couples to write down a dare on a slip of paper, fold it and put it in the bowl. Then she knelt on the floor next to Cattie. Heather was wearing a yellow off-the-shoulder sundress that was actually very pretty on her, though she had on what looked like a stretchy grey athletic bra underneath it. “I’ll do the honours and spin first,” she said, then turned to Cattie. “Can you pour me a shot, babe?”
“Sure,” Cattie said. She’d put on a long-sleeved black and white checkered button-down with the buttons only done up to her cleavage, and a pair of ripped-up jean capris that looked like they belonged on a girl at a punk rock show—which was a good look on her. She was also wearing her black-rimmed glasses, which I’d only seen a few times over her friendship with Cassidy, with her hair down. She quickly poured a shot of tequila while Heather produced an empty wine bottle and dramatically brought it to the centre of the floor and gave it a spin. Before it stopped, she’d taken the shot from Cattie and downed it quickly, licking her lips as she swallowed it down.
The bottle landed in the general direction of Terra and JC.
“Hmmm,” Heather said, playing up her little ounce of power. “Let’s kick things off spicey, but not too spicy. No need to scare anyone away, right?” She laughed and winked at us, and I don’t even think she noticed that we only chuckled halfheartedly. “What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Terra said. “His parent’s backyard during a 4th of July Barbeque. He was supposed to be checking the burgers on the grill, and instead we humped on the other side of the bushes. It had been three days we’d been sleeping in separate beds at their house and we were both horny as hell. I think we scared the rabbits that lived under the deck!”
That left us all laughing, and Terra reached for the bottle but JC stopped her. “Hold on, that’s a lie!”
I almost spit out my beer as JC called it on his wife.
“The time we fucked at the baseball game was definitely the craziest,” he continued. “We literally broke into the changing room and fucked on the benches.”
That brought on more laughter, and Terra dropped her jaw and punched him in the arm. “You’re not supposed to call Lie on your own team, Juan Carlos!”
“She’s right. Now you guys need to do a penalty!” Heather declared.
“Oh, shit,” JC said, facepalming his forehead hard.
Heather grabbed the bowl and held it out to them. Terra made JC reach in and pull one of the papers, and he handed it to her. “Go back to your room and switch clothes with your partner,” she read. “Ah, shit. Can we skip my bra? He’ll definitely wreck it.”
“That’s fine,” Cassidy giggled. “As long as he has to put on your underwear.”
“Who says I’m wearing underwear?” Terra laughed back, sticking out her tongue.
Terra had been wearing stretchy leggings and a clingy dress that highlighted her thin, athletic build, while JC had been dressed similarly to me in athletic shorts and a muscle shirt. The couple went back to their room and came back a few minutes later.
In my opinion, Terra looked pretty hot in guy’s clothes. She’d used an elastic band to cinch the too-large athletic shorts around her waist, and the muscle shirt hung long enough on her to cover her ass, but the large arm holes were threatening to reveal her tiny chest with every move. JC, on the other hand, looked absolutely ridiculous. The dress, which I hoped was cheap, was stretched around his hairy chest to its limit and he’d tied it like a crop top at his abdomen with an elastic like Terra had his shirt. To be fair to him, he fit into the leggings even if they were stretched like crazy too, and they showed off every muscle including the awkward bulge of his dick. The real kicker was that he had the strings of a thong waistband riding high on his hips.
“Take it all in, ladies,” he laughed as he strutted around, playing up the goofiness. Several of the women gave him some whistles and catcalls.
JC finally sat down and there was a loud ripping noise, which set everyone off again as Terra made him lean forward so that she could see that he’d split the seam of her pants and now half his ass was hanging out. She made him go spin the bottle as she poured him a shot.
It spun and spun and came to a halt pointing right at me and Cassidy.
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